Chapter 68 Chapter 68
The cool night air slapped my face like a rough hand, carrying the stench of garbage and stale cum from the alley's shadows. My heels scraped against the cracked pavement as I pushed forward, heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst through my tits. Those moans—low, guttural grunts mixed with sharp gasps—drew me deeper into the darkness, my slim body tense, pussy clenching with a twisted knot of fear and that dark hunger for dominance. Fuck, I hoped it was Adrianna out here, safe and just getting her curvy ass railed by some random club slut, her brown hair wild as she rode a thick cock in the open air, public sex our filthy game. That way, the worry gnawing at my gut would shatter, and I would probably join in, fingers buried in her dripping cunt while I watched her take it rough, proving our bond unbreakable. But deep down, a savage part of me prayed it was not her—prayed I would not find her bent over a dumpster, skirt torn, some asshole's dick slamming her asshole raw without my say-so. If anyone touched her without permission, I would kill them, rip their balls off and shove them down their throat, dominance surging hot through my veins.
The moans grew louder, wet slaps echoing off the brick walls—skin on skin, urgent and raw. My breath hitched, nipples scraping against my cropped top as I rounded the corner, the dim glow from a distant streetlight cutting through the haze. There, against the wall, two burly men tangled in a frenzy: one pinned face-first, pants around his ankles, the other thrusting hard from behind, his thick cock pistoning into the guy's ass with brutal force. Sweat glistened on their muscular backs, the bottom one groaning as his hole stretched wide, pre-cum dripping from his swinging dick onto the filthy ground. Public sex, rough and unapologetic, just like we had played—but no brown curls, no seductive curves. Not Adrianna. Panic spiked through me like a knife, my thong soaking with cold sweat now, not lust. If she was not here getting fucked senseless, where the hell was she? Did she slip out willingly, ditching me for some secret rendezvous, her cunning mind plotting without a word? Or worse—dragged off, skirt hiked, forced to her knees in some van, choking on a stranger’s cock while her pussy wept untouched?
My mind raced, visions flashing: Adrianna's peaceful face twisted in pain, not the blissful moans from our rough play. Our soulmate bond tugged faint, a whisper of her warmth, but no clear signal—no telepathic tease of “Come watch me get dominated, Elena.” Why would she not tell me? We shared everything—oaths of loyalty twisted into filthy promises, her controlling Apollo's thick dick like a leash. If she had left on her own, breaking that implicit vow without a heads-up, I would make her pay later, straddle her face and grind my wet pussy until she begged forgiveness, dominance flipping the script. But the blood on the mirror... fuck, that screamed danger, some bastard roughing her up, maybe tying her wrists for a gang bang she did not crave.
A strong hand grabbed my arm, yanking me back into a solid chest before I could spiral deeper. Levi's muscular frame enveloped me, his cocky scent—sweat and fresh cum—flooding my senses as he pulled me into a tight hug, arms like iron bands around my trembling body.
“We will find her,” he whispered hot against my ear, his breath ragged, voice low and reassuring amid the alley's grunts. My tits pressed against his chest, nipples hardening despite the fear, his dominance seeping in like a balm. He held me close, one hand sliding down to grip my ass firmly, grounding me in that rough play we all craved.
I buried my face in his shirt, tears stinging my eyes, hot and salty as they slipped down my cheeks.
“Levi... she is gone. The mirror's smashed, blood everywhere. If someone's hurting her, fucking her without us…”
My voice cracked telepathically too, the mental link buzzing with my panic, pussy throbbing with the urgent need to protect what was mine.
“I can feel your fear, darling,” he murmured, lips brushing my dark hair, his cock twitching against my thigh—half-hard from whatever setup he'd left with Apollo.
“Apollo's in the bathroom right now, tearing it apart, sniffing out every trace. He will track her better than any human cops, his demonic senses locked on that bond. No one is taking her from us—not without a fight.” His words wrapped around me, rough and commanding, easing the knot just enough. He cupped my chin, tilting my face up, thumb wiping a tear with surprising gentleness before his eyes darkened. “Now dry those tears. Crying like a baby will not help anyone. Let us go see what Apollo's found out—he's probably got her scent already, ready to dominate whatever threat is in our way.”
He was right. Fuck, Levi's cocky edge cut through my haze, reminding me we were a pack—dominant, unbreakable, oaths binding us tighter than any rope in rough play. I nodded, swiping at my wet cheeks, the salt mixing with the club's lingering smoke on my skin. Grabbing his hand, his strong fingers lacing with mine, I let him pull me back toward the club's back door, the moans from the two men fading behind us like irrelevant noise. My heart still hammered, pussy aching with unresolved tension, but resolve hardened in me. We would find Adrianna—whether she was off getting her holes filled publicly or snatched for some unauthorized roughing. If it was the latter, Apollo's intense eyes would lead the charge, and I would join, nails raking flesh, demanding payback in the rawest way. The door creaked open, spilling us back into the club's dim lights, the bass thumping like a pulse matching my own urgent beat. Apollo waited somewhere inside, and whatever he uncovered would ignite the hunt—our bonds pulling us into the fray, dominance ready to explode.